The Woman I am no mirror can see,
My [bad word] are still small and my voice is so deep.
The Woman I am she cannot feel love,
I wish to cut my genitals and feed them to the dogs.
The Woman I am is accepting/receiving all the pain.
The needles to burn out the ugly remains.
Suppression is impossible, I must live it out,
My [bad word] self is female and there is no doubt...